𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 | Mid90s | ꜰᴜᴄᴋꜱʜɪᴛ

𝟏𝟎: 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

Choosing this song to represent this chapter was no joke, but 'War Baby' by Roddy Ricch was literally perfect for the thoughts Fuckshit will be reflecting on this particular chapter. The lyrics are fire and the words are soooooo wise!!!

The song is about living in a war zone & just trying to survive & overcome the adversities life throws.

It can apply to not only what Fuckshit is going through, but what everyone around them is dealing with (The choir towards the end is really unexpected, especially with it being rap, but it goes to show that it's the whole hood that's trying not to bend and break)

It's about the soul never dying & that the worst conditions make a champion.

(There's no official video for the song, but I feel like the video below is a nice visual & captures the life Fuckshit & Ray are trying so hard to make it out of)

They just didn't understand.

Fuckshit took a long drag from his blunt, looking out at the afternoon sky; The purple and oranges, blending harshly into each other, while the pink and yellow smoothed the whole sky out. It was beautiful, and it undoubtedly put his mind at ease to think that the world was so big.

It was a twisted way of thinking about life.

That across the universe, his problems really didn't even matter at all. He liked that particular perception of the world; That no matter the choices he made, in the end, he was to no purpose on the account of the earth, its planets, and the damn galaxies.

Sitting among the grassy hills in this particular park has always helped to clear his mind.

No matter how hard life got and how much it changed, that park would always be there to keep him grounded.

Times were much simpler back then, he thought.

They were from the bottom of the bottom, and with growing up in a place like they did, there was no other way than up.

When they were younger, Fuckshit and Ray would sit on the very same hill, just talking about the future. That they would make it out of the hood; Going to all kinds of places, skating in Paris, and Barcelona, just traveling around the world.

And now with how everything is turning out...

He sighed, he didn't want to think about it.

"Thought you'd be here."

Fuckshit turned his head, seeing his friend Ray walk towards him, eventually bending to sit, and claiming the spot next to Fuckshit.

He took another drag and nudged the blunt over to Ray and offered it. Ray reached out his hand and pinched the end, bringing it slowly to his mouth.

It was quiet and peaceful, and it felt good to have someone there.

When it came to comforting someone, Ray was the kind to offer his presence rather than his words.

And although people like to believe the idea that words don't mean a thing, it was never true to begin with.

Words hold a certain power, and Ray knew that.

With the particular situation that happened a few days back, Ray knew he'd regret not saying anything at all, especially if there was even the slightest possibility of preventing instances of the same thing happening again.